Sad songs // KSIMON

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[olajide olatunji]

We saw everything.

This means they are broken up?

Or have they just had their first fight?

Hard to know. But I couldn't stop thinking about what Amelia said.

'I can't believe you'd get this protective over someone like JJ.'

The rest of her words were a little hurtful but I couldn't fathom why Simon had said anything about me.

He doesn't care about me.

I watched her rage down the street, her house was only a few blocks away, needless to say she'd be fine.

I looked down at Josh trying to beckon Simon inside, but he seemed lost in translation.

His eyes flicked upwards toward me and I swiftly moved back into Vikk's bedroom, avoiding him seeing me, closing the door to the balcony and quietly going up stairs to my room.

I was hungry.

But I needed time to think.

Just as I reached the top of the stairs and I was bout to reach my room, I heard the boys all talking softly comforting Simon. My best friend.

I held onto the banister and shook my head.

I should be there for him, he's my best friend. Deep in thought, I stood still at the top of the stairs only meters off my bedroom.

I can't leave him. He needs support right now. I need to be with him right now.

But he doesn't care about me. He doesn't wanna see me. Why would he?

"Jj?" I heard a small shaky voice from behind me, making my train of thought break.

I spun around and at the bottom of the stairs a red eyed Simon was staring up at me, fingers fiddling with the hem of his jumper.
My breath hitched.

He looked so sad.

"Si?" I replied, mimicking his tone.

We just stared at each other in uncomfortable silence, the boys all in the kitchen, probably ears dropping.

I studied his features, his pale skin, dirty blonde hair and ocean like blue eyes. He looked different today rather than an other day, he looked different in the most amazing way possible.

He was starting to break, his eyes starting to water again. I couldn't bare it anymore.

I spun around running to my bedroom and slamming the door. I slid down the back of the door and began to cry.

Not sure why I was crying, but I knew I'd just broken his heart more. The last thing he needed was his best friend ditching him.

"I-I-I-I'm s-sssoo sor-ry, S-Simon," I stuttered out, chocking on my breaths and cries, "I'm t-the wor-st be-best frien-d ever."

The house felt awkwardly silent. I hugged my knees into my chest, sobbing. I heard soft creaks from the stairs and nothing more.

"Your not, Jide. Please, come out? I miss your hugs, I need one right now. I need you." The smoothness of his words somehow made me relax.

Simon, why?
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